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mark john junor Mar 2013
carving a few simple words into her memory
a whisper of hair drifts over her face
eyes shut she waits for the cold crisp dawn
the candle distracts
and weaves it own tale
soft with smoke and mystery

night disburses
and the redhead across the hall comes tapping
naked and sweating
looking to cop a fresh spike
my girl makes her wait in the hall
"rude" she whispers over and over

our days here are fleeting
soon to escape this motel
and its rodent festival
to the great sunshine
never snows

quiet destitution creeps in with breakfast
and lay in the corner with a soft sigh
down in my mind i want to sleep
but its nearly time to wait
for the mexicans at quality hill
with two $20's in my claw

I am not yet ready to write the words
that would seal our fate and close this painfull day
that poem is within me
it drives me out into the bright sunlight
and the redhead follows trying to make nice
and i know its dope game logic that drives her
i know i could get my girl to bed her
a ******* would be tasty

umm that thought keeps me warm
while waiting on the mexicans
Chris Byng Nov 2014
Stars... Big gaseous bodies of light seen by all. Filled with unlimited amounts of energy displayed as light. But all are not seen by everybody. Energy which fuels our cities,  light which energy fodders, the light that illuminates our homes, and also disburses these beautiful bodies of light we call stars. We, as human beings, are actually one in the same. This materialistic plan is a watered down version of what we truly are. In each one of us is a similarity that resembles a star. If we could see the other plans of existence we would be in the likeness of gaseous beings of light, just like stars. Our brains are not yet developed or matured enough to understand, comprehend, or interpret what exactly we truly are. We are capable of great things, we are powerful, we are bright. En-yet we choose, more times then not , to be the entities of that which are hidden from the masses. We choose to be entities that are drowned out by the city lights. The ones that shine the brightest are the boldest, praised, revered, feared, and hated. No matter what your preference, every entity figures out how to display energy and exude light in their own way.... Eventually.
Just some rambling mixed with some prolonged thoughts.

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